After reading the Classics Reclassified over Christmas (thanks, Janice and Patrick!), I am on a Richard Armour kick. I have been hunting down his very out-of-print books to see if they are all equally brilliant.
Additionally, I am on a Dorothy Parker kick, a PG Wodehouse kick, and a bit of an Ogden Nash kick, but their collected works will have to wait until my poor pocketbook recovers from Christmas.
Besides, I'm sore from all the kicking.
Housework will reduce breast cancer risk.
The research on more than 200,000 women from nine European countries found doing household chores was far more cancer protective than playing sport . . .
The women in the Cancer Research UK-funded study spent an average of 16 to 17 hours a week cooking, cleaning and doing the washing . . .
Housework cut breast cancer risk by 30% among the pre-menopausal women and 20% among the post-menopausal women.
Well, women, what are we waiting for? There are dishes to be done and floors to be scrubbed! Embrace it! Love it! And while you're at it, sing along to Peggy Lee.
After all the tragedy of James Kim and Kelly James, the thought of someone languishing in a French elevator is almost laughable.
A 19-year-old woman who disappeared was found stuck in an elevator in a suburban Paris housing project for three days, the French press reported Friday.
Her father had even called the concierge to report her as possibly stuck in the broken elevator, but even then they didn't find her until the elevator repairman started work a couple days later.
I suppose it is quite easy to lose people after all.
Not to be grotesque, but when I read about the CHILD project, images flashed through my mind of mutilated children with their eyes missing or otherwise damaged, a la Minority Report.
I think I need more rest and less paranoia.
Father Kish will be leaving Saints Peter and Paul in June 2007, I hear.
Phooey.
At the same time, I understand why the church keeps priests on the move. I think it's a wise thing.
Fidel Castro has decided to forego the "universal" medical coverage provided by his regime, preferring to leave such coverage to his people and opting for some high-falutin' health care instead.
Jose Luis Garcia Sabrido, an intestinal specialist, traveled to the Caribbean island on Thursday aboard an aircraft chartered by the Cuban government, according to Spain's left-leaning El Periodico de Catalunya newspaper.
The plane carried medical equipment not available in Cuba in case the leader needs further surgery due to his progressively failing health . . .
Ah, it's good to be the dictator of Cuba.
And speaking of intellectuals, the Jerusalem Post has generously declared that Jimmy Carter is not one.
Jimmy Carter is not so much anti-Semite as anti-intellectual, not so much a Jew-hater as a boor. The real explanation behind his limitless hostility to Israel is a total lack of any moral understanding . . .
He is, and always has been, a man of good intentions bereft of good judgment. He invariably finds himself defending tyrants and dictators at the expense of their oppressed peoples. Not because he is a bad man, but because he is a confused man.
Perhaps we can just attribute it to senility and allow him to retire to a beach somewhere.
John Kerry went to visit U.S. troops who wouldn't give him the time of day. One solider reports:
Sen. Kerry found himself all alone while he was over here. He cancelled his press conference because no one came, he worked out alone in the gym w/o any soldiers even going up to say hi or ask for an autograph (I was one of those who was in the gym at the same time), and he found himself eating breakfast with only a couple of folks who are obviously not troops.
Such rudeness on the part of the troops is almost inexplicable . . . until one remembers that they are simply giving Kerry (and Rangel) tit for tat. (See I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, and IX.)
Or perhaps they are just apprehensive about speaking to someone of Kerry's superior intellectual ability.
Would it be creepy to look down and see someone else's hands at the ends of your arms? I think it would.
A woman who became the first in the world to receive a double hand transplant has left hospital . . .
Pedro Cavadas, the lead surgeon, said he was pleased with the outcome of the operation.
"She has two new hands and forearms two inches above the wrist bone.
"It will be five to six months before she has any feeling."
He added: "She's delighted, because after 28 years without hands. she sees herself with some perfectly beautiful ones.
Wow, medical science sure is amazing, but I certainly hope we don't start harvesting body parts for the heck of it. Imagine that a person wakes up from a coma to find their arms and legs missing . . . hmm, I'm sensing a John Woo plot forming . . .
Hanging is such a yucky way to die. Can't the Iraqis just let Saddam Hussein rot in jail for the rest of a very long life?
Ashland University has a nice Christmas moment.
(Thanks to Lori Donlon.)
The Weather Channel is making its White Christmas predictions.
(Hat tip to my mom.)
Keep an eye on that Santa fellow!
(Hat tip to Lori Donlon.)
Happy Birthday to You!!
Happy Birthday to You!!
Happy Birthday, dear Tro-oy!!
Happy Birthday to You!!
I saw an amazing talk by Tim Staples last night. I had never really heard of him before, but found - on attending his talk - that I already own his Jimmy Swaggart Made Me Catholic CD, although I don't quite remember how or where I acquired it. I will have to make a point to listen to it now.
After reading his biography, I find that he was a student at St. Charles Borromeo Seminary in Overbrook, Pennsylvania for several years before becoming an apologist. Based on his orthodoxy and enthusiasm, I am excited on behalf of the other students I know from the seminary . . . and one in particular.
Huzzah for priests and theologians faithful to the Magisterium of the Church!
I suppose I could be disturbed by the Driver's License Analyzer, but I am intrigued by Soundex.
In an unfortunate commentary on our society, we care about the Iraq war less than we care about Anna Nicole Smith's son.
We also prefer PerezHilton.com (which, frankly, I had never heard of) to all the news sites, save for the Drudge Report.
Shana the German Shepherd rescued her owners.
There's nothing much to it, but I thought the story was sweet.